Double Digit Day. The blog has reached a milestone folks. Day ten, one zero. Which is why today it’s totally appropriate to post a picture of how the Oreo pile has grown.

BTW, I did not mean to discredit the New Jerseyite yesterday with the “radio silence” comment. I should cut her some slack. Afterall, she is 8 months pregnant. I heard from her late last night and like all of us here in Chi-town, she is kicking herself for not buying multiple packages of the lemon twist Oreos when the opportunity presented itself. Once she finds them again, she assured me they will be mailed promptly.

ALERT!!!
No narrative explanation necessary.

A special someone just came by for an Oreo…my big boss…Assistant Vice President, or AVP as I affectionately call her. Anyhoo, she asked for selection advice and upon learning that she had NEVER TRIED THE BIRTHDAY CAKE creme-filled golden oreo I practically shoved it in her mouth. She admitted that she was nervous that I had set the bar too high and that the cookie would not live up to its lofty expectations. Fear not! I tell the truth about my Oreos and she was happy. A few of us then launched into a philosphical discussion about how hard it is to replicate the taste of birthday cake. It takes just the right amount of care because the sweetness and consistency have to be just right. Good job Oreo gods! But I digress, what makes her happy is gardening. If she won the lottery, she would garden and/or build a greenhouse. Then she said at the end of the day, she would relax with a book, in an adirondack chair, filling her nose with the sweet smell of fresh greens all around her. That DOES sound nice.